Royal sacrifice

If I didn’t do something right that second, Baelog could suffocate! Even though handling one brute was already pushing my limits to the absolute brink, I decided to deploy a bit of shameless tactical compliance to intervene. What else could I have done? I couldn’t just watch him die!

I deliberately increased the pace on my captor, letting out a series of loud, dramatically enthusiastic noises that echoed through the dark tree line. With my one free hand, I reached past my orc’s thick waist and frantically flagged down the second brute, giving him a look that practically screamed, “Hey, look over here! Why settle for a struggling dwarf when you could have a much more cooperative human?”

It was a terrifyingly risky gamble, but my theatrical display worked beautifully. The second orc paused, his eyes widening in wicked amusement as he looked away from the gasping dwarf and focused entirely on me. Seeing an eager captive practically begging for a double feature was an offer he couldn’t refuse. He casually let go of Baelog’s face, leaving the dwarf collapsing into the dirt, hacking and drawing in massive lungfuls of air.

As the second brute eagerly crawled over to join his brother, splitting my focus between two monstrous lengths, I braced myself for the ultimate, jaw-aching sacrifice. I tried to tell myself I was just being a noble leader and looking out for my party member, but deep down, I knew the real reason I was doing this.

The truth was... well, look, I can admit it to you now. I kept telling myself I was doing this entirely for Baelog, a beautiful and selfless act of royal heroism, but deep down? There was another motivation at play—even if I’m still a little **** to fully confess it.

{if game:Bicurious >= 85}

The pure, forbidden thrill of that first orc had already pushed me way past the point of no return. Sure, saving Baelog was a great excuse, but secretly? Something had unlocked within me in these past moments and I... I absolutely craved the overwhelming dominance of having both of these massive warriors completely take over my senses. When that second brute crawled over and dropped his heavy length right alongside his brother’s, seeing those two enormous, pulsating green members side-by-side sent a wave of wicked excitement pooling straight in my gut. I didn’t even hesitate - I eagerly reached out to grip them both, sliding my hands along the thick, veiny shafts to guide them home. As their combined, musky heat washed over me and they began pushing those massive heads past my teeth, any lingering sense of duty completely dissolved into a ****, greedy hunger I couldn’t deny.

{else}

It was entirely a matter of cold, selfish calculus. I knew that if Baelog choked to **** right here, I’d be left completely alone in the woods with two horny, frustrated monsters who would eventually move on to much worse things. Taking on both of them now was the only way to keep them thoroughly distracted, happy, and away from my backside.

{endif}

I mentally apologized to my royal ancestors, relaxed my jaw, and prepared to survive the ultimate orc sandwich.